Ann Vaughn knew she wouldn’t leave the car even if he didn’t say anything; she didn’t have the energy to leave anyway.
This mischievous kid.
Ann Vaughn exhaled softly, turned her head to rest against the seat, and then she noticed sothing pressed under the helt Wilder Sheridan had tossed aside.
She picked it up and saw it was his racing license.
She opened it and glanced at it, her eyes suddenly freezing.
The boy on it... looked just like the little brat who was locked in a cabin with her four years ago and almost got burned to death!
As if suddenly connecting sothing together, Ann looked up at Wilder Sheridan, who was chatting away with friends by the car, then glanced again at the photo on the license, her mouth twitching.
No wonder she didn’t recognize that Wilder was that brat. At the ti, he was full of gloom and aggression, emaciated, and his ntal state was vastly different from now.
It was impossible to equate that sullen kid with this sparkling, incredibly popular grand slam film star.
"Were you srized by my handso looks?" Wilder Sheridan returned to the car, saw Ann Vaughn staring blankly at his racing license, snorted softly, and drove the car away.
"Just surprised at how much you’ve changed," Ann replied in a flat voice, putting his license back.
"Hmph, as if you’ve seen before," Wilder mumbled.
Probably his brother had ntioned sothing about him in front of her, he thought.
Anyway, he had accomplished what Bella asked him to do, so he would let her off this ti!
Upon returning to the Sheridan Family residence, Ann Vaughn intended to greet Old Mrs. Sheridan, as she hadn’t had the chance last night due to the late hour.
But hearing from the servant that Old Mrs. Sheridan was not in the attic and had gone early to the busiest Spiritual Spring Temple in Marinia to pray, she had to give up.
Back in her room, Ann found her belongings seed to have been touched. After checking, she found nothing missing, but a vague unease settled in her heart.
This unease lingered until the evening when the banquet officially started.
As the protagonist of this birthday banquet, it’s indeed strange that Eli Sheridan was nowhere to be seen.
"We’re very grateful for everyone’s effort to co and celebrate my son’s birthday amidst your busy schedules. Unfortunately, my son is unwell; the family doctor is attending to him, so he can’t make it tonight," Stanley Sheridan said regretfully during his speech, then suddenly changed the topic, "However, I’d like to introduce a special guest to everyone next."
Eli Sheridan is sick?
Ann Vaughn’s lips pressed lightly together; while pondering, she noticed a beam of light hitting her, and all the eyes around her turned towards her.
Standing on the stage, Stanley Sheridan was kindly gesturing at her to co forward.
With everyone watching, Ann couldn’t just stand still, so she braced herself and walked up to the stage.
"Jane, who is she? Why did your dad specifically call her up on stage?" A few of the socialites from Marinia sitting in the rest area saw Ann being called up by Stanley Sheridan and curiously asked Jane Sheridan.
Jane Sheridan’s expression flickered slightly, quickly composed herself, and smiled gracefully, "I don’t know either, maybe there’s sothing important, after all, today is my brother’s birthday."
This imdiately displeased the socialites who had their eyes on Eli Sheridan; at such an occasion, Chairman Sheridan wouldn’t call up soone irrelevant.
Unless...
Holding the side of her skirt with one hand, Ann Vaughn walked up the stage, greeted Stanley Sheridan with dignity and composure, "Hello, Chairman Sheridan."
"Good child, given your future relationship with Elliot, you should call uncle," Stanley Sheridan said, his eyes showing an unmistakable affection.
With a microphone in front of him, his words stirred a wave of emotions among the crowd below.
What does that an?
Could this woman be the future daughter-in-law of the Sheridan Family!?
Ann Vaughn’s heart skipped, about to speak, when Stanley Sheridan offered her a brocade box made of golden nanmu wood, inside which lay a piece of erald, "This was hurriedly prepared, consider it a eting gift from your uncle."
Imperial green jadeite?
Not to ntion, this jadeite piece alone was worth over a hundred million, and the golden nanmu wood it was encased in was even more precious, an extravagant gift that left people speechless.
Yet in Stanley Sheridan’s words, it didn’t seem like much, as though it had wronged Ann.
Ann Vaughn, however, sensed that Stanley Sheridan’s true intentions weren’t simply fondness.
"Chairman Sheridan, although Eli and I are good friends, today is his birthday banquet, and I’m supposed to give him a gift, so it’s not appropriate for to accept your eting gift and steal the lilight from him," Ann replied, her voice soft and sweet yet strong, neither lowering her position nor excessively refusing the invaluable gift.
Though her relationship with Eli was close, receiving such an expensive gift upon eting his dad made her feel uneasy despite her casual deanor.
Stanley Sheridan chuckled gently, "How could it be? Even if you don’t accept it now, there will always be a ti in the future, won’t there? Parents know their child’s heart."
"Alright, I heard from Eli that you’re shy; I won’t tease you anymore. Enjoy yourself today, and visit Eli with later," he said warmly and amiably, leaving Ann Vaughn in the eye of the storm after leaving the banquet hall.
The socialites sward around Ann, almost suffocating her.
"What is your relationship with the Eldest Young Master Sheridan? Why is Chairman Sheridan so kind to you? Giving imperial jade out of the blue!"
"Could you be the Eldest Young Master’s fiancée? Oh my, based on Chairman Sheridan’s words, it certainly seems so, why?"
"Which family are you from? How co we’ve never seen you in Marinia? How does your family’s company rank globally? How did you et the Eldest Young Master?"
"What’s going on, there’s no way the Eldest Young Master likes such an impoverished woman, right? Not even wearing a single brand na, had I known he had such preference, I wouldn’t have felt inferior!"
"Ha, how could your family’s few tacky mines catch the Eldest Young Master’s eye!"
"You’re the one who’s tacky!"
They say one woman equals five hundred ducks quacking, imagine being surrounded by tens of thousands of quacking ducks.
Taking a deep breath, Ann Vaughn slipped out of the crowd while the socialites squabbled, escaping the chaos.
She entered a restroom cubicle and called Eli Sheridan.
It was still busy.
Trying to calm her buzzing mind, Ann Vaughn began to analyze.
Despite Stanley Sheridan expressing great affection and acknowledgnt towards her, and even giving away an imperial jadeite as a eting gift, however—
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